Seagulls

I see many thoughts from a window.
Seagulls in the fashion of summer
and leaves as they quit the year.
Sense impressions, if they are this,
are only images
of what we refuse to follow.

Paul Cameron Brown

Paul Cameron Brown is a Canadian poet known for his extensive work in both poetry and art criticism. Born in western Canada, Brown has had a prolific career in writing, often intertwining themes of human experience and nature. His works have been showcased in various literary magazines and anthologies. With a style that is both reflective and evocative, he has gained recognition not only in Canada but also internationally.

Paul Cameron Brown

The Toronto Star, Saturday, November 30, 1985

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Bedroom Glass

    Counted three white pigeons
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Gulls in an aery morrice
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The full sea, sleepily basking,
Dreams under skies of dream.

Gulls in an aery morrice
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Fuller and ever fuller
The rose of the morning blows.

Gulls, in an aery morrice
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